The mountaintop quieted down, everyone was looking at Jiang Chen.
Some frowned, some pondered, some were envious, some whispered among themselves.
Ming Xuanren glanced at Zuo Qiqi, who'd been rendered speechless by Jiang Chen, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his mouth. Then he spoke loudly, "The grand Formations Competition now begins. All participants, enter the Stele. Anyone who has not entered within two hours will be regarded as having forfeited. Anyone who dares deliberately obstruct others from entering the Stele will have their qualification revoked. Anyone who dares take the chance to commit murder—kill on the spot!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
As soon as Ming Xuanren's voice fell, figures shot toward the gigantic Stele. Each time one person entered, a tiny square appeared on the Stele, with the number '1' inside.
"Let's go, we'll see who gets higher!"
